Sui Dynasty: Xue Daoheng-Yesterday's Salt
The weeping willows cover the golden embankment, and the weeds cover the leaves.
Water overflows hibiscus marsh and flowers fly.
Take your daughter and Jin Dou's wife for example.
Don't be a slut in Guanshan, keep an empty boudoir on a romantic day.
Always gather a thousand gold smiles and hang a pair of jade crows.
Panlong hides with the mirror, and Cai Feng hangs low.
The flying soul is the same as the magpie at night, and the tired sleep remembers the morning chicken.
A spider web hung in the dark and an empty beam fell into the mud.
I went to the north the year before last and went to western Liaoning this year.
Once there is no news, can I borrow horseshoes?
Su Yang-Shanzhai sits alone, presenting Chennai's name.
Living in the mountains, looking around, the wind and cloud come unexpectedly and seize the day.
Deep streams cross ancient trees, and empty rocks lie in secluded rocks.
The sunrise is far away, the birds are scattered and the forest is silent.
Lanting is static and dynamic, and the bamboo is blank.
Falling flowers fly into the house, and fine grass is a step.
The drunkard smelled of alcohol, so the old man was not present.
The sunset is quiet, and the breeze looks at the feather guest.
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu's Spring Hope
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Wang Wei's My Retreat in Zhongnanshan
After middle age, I have a strong kind heart, and I didn't settle down at the edge of Mount Zhongnan until my later years.
Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation.
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise.
Another day I met an old woodcutter and talked about apricot blossoms in the north skin.
Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi's Apricot Flowers in the North
A vicious spring water surrounds the flower body, and the enchanting shadow of the flower occupies the spring.
It is better to be blown into snow by the spring breeze than to be crushed into dust by Nanmo.
Su Shi's Flower Shadow
On the platform of Yao, I made several phone calls but couldn't get through.
In the evening when the sun went down, Hua Ying just retired, but the moon rose again and Hua Ying appeared again.
Yuan Dynasty: Wang Tingjun's "quatrains"
Bamboo shadow is thin in poetry,
Plum blossoms are fragrant in the dream.
Tonight, the moon is poor,
Refuse to go to western paradise.
Ma Zhiyuan's Tianjingsha Qiu Si
Old vines, old trees, faint crows
Small bridges and flowing water.
The ancient road and the west wind are thin.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Ming Dynasty: Watching the Game in the Afternoon by Bian Gong.
* * * Horrible dragons are rushing upstream, and I don't know if it is a Mulan boat.
Yun Qi hunted Han Qing, thunder and drums were loud, and Yin Biliu.
Qu Zi's ghost died in ancient times, and the legacy of Chu Township has survived to this day.
In his spare time, Jiang Ting talked loudly, got drunk and was cynical.
"Heaven Emperor Shouting Horn" Author: Wang Pan
Trumpet and suona, the music is short, but loud.
The official ship is like a mess, and it depends on you to improve your prestige.
The army listens to the army, and the people listen to the people's fear. Where can I tell the truth from the truth?
Look at some people's stones, so that some people's vitality will be blown away, and the family will be ruined!
Qing Dynasty: Gong Zizhen's Historical Ode
Jinfen is a celebrity in fifteen southeast states.
The prison basin is full of guests' exercises, and the talent of group fans is upstream.
Avoid seats, fear to smell the literary inquisition, and write a book to benefit the rice beam.
Tian Heng 500 people live in peace, don't come back as soon as possible?
Three Poems of Gong Zizhen's Autumn Heart
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The heart of autumn is like the sea, but there are unexpected autumn souls.
Desert tulips in the arms, elegant ancient Yu Pei in the waist.
The northwest is cold, and the sword is full of southeast flutes.
There are countless big stars, and they fall into the forest in January.